Sweet like cinnamon

Friday. The norm of Fridays : sprawled across the duvet, limbs idly curling with anything akin to Lana Del Rey wafts in the backdrop. My cell lit, my good friends in another pursuit,endeavouring to drag to me to yet another shindig. To probably broaden my social horizon which obvs requires no 'broadening' (who do i kid i fucking live for the homey vibe), and i relented. After awhile, yours truly found herself half dolled up, clad in navy blue and still attempting to tame the jet black corkscrew of a tresses numerous time.  And later, side by side with these gorg lasses having the raddest time. Gave the Cinnamon Challenge a shot, survived , literally. (Theres a video) Second attempt was shit. Very cough-your-guts-out. Reeked of the spicy scent of cinnamon,practically wafted through every air i inhaled. Ace shindig so far minus the ohmygod it was a near death experience sort of cough.